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Yo, mind mi slap one inna yuh face Wha' do yuh? Me no tek intimidation Cah from mi a likkle bwoy me nuh fear man And, mi will mek yuh live up a di station Bombohole Go bad up yuh madda Feel seh yuh bad step pon mi Bank Robber Who boots yuh fi try diss di don dada You're bright and you're fiesty, yuh tink like grabba Doe mek mi go a De La Vega, go link Vaga When mi seh, "Ready", yuh cyaan seh yuh cyaan bother Di chatty chatty business mi lef' dat to Ragga So mi rise up di ting dem weh longer than a ladder Cah mi no inna chatin', no yappin', no flippin', no floppin' Mi strappin' fi clappin', mi lass dem fi choppin' Mi trick him, mi trap him, di riffle dem whop him Him run but dem drop him, him choking, him gappin' People ah run out 'bout, "What happen? What happen?" Dem run back inside when more shots start attackin' Di K long like wicket and when dat start battin' Dem ah bawl, "Jesus Christ, Holy Ghost could not block him" (awoh) Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend (mhm) And mi no bad alone pon di weekend Seh dem a shotta but dem gyal a beat dem Ah wha' do dem? Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend From inna di beginning 'til di world end Some bwoy only bad in front ah dem girlfriend But mi nuh soft like cherry Dis a nuh cartoon, ah no Tom, ah no Jerry Mi gyal Sheba di criminal secretary Mek di pin touch di wind, smaddy go a cemetery Di pin me ah talk no inna no blackberry Ah di firing pin weh inna di black Beretta Bwoy dress up inna black fi bury Diss me inna Christmas nothin' nah merry Cah mi no inna chatin', no yappin', no flippin', no floppin' Mi strappin' fi clappin', mi lass dem fi choppin' Mi trick him, mi trap him, di riffle dem whop him Him run but dem drop him, him choking, him gappin' People ah run out 'bout, "What happen? What happen?" Dem run back inside when more shots start attackin' Di K long like wicket and when dat start battin' Dem ah bawl, "Jesus Christ, Holy Ghost could not block him" (awoh) Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend (mhm) And mi no bad alone pon di weekend Seh dem a shotta but dem gyal a beat dem Ah wha' do dem? Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend From inna di beginning 'til di world end Some bwoy only bad in front ah dem girlfriend (awoh) Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend (mhm) And mi no bad alone pon di weekend Seh dem a shotta but dem gyal a beat dem Ah wha' do dem? Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend From inna di beginning 'til di world end Some bwoy only bad in front ah dem girlfriend Bombohole Go bad up yuh madda Feel seh yuh bad step pon mi Bank Robber Who boots yuh fi try diss di don dada You're bright and you're fiesty, yuh tink like grabba Doe mek mi go a De La Vega, go link Vaga When mi seh, "Ready", yuh cyaan seh yuh cyaan bother Di chatty chatty business mi lef' dat to Ragga So mi rise up di ting dem weh longer than a ladder Cah mi no inna chatin', no yappin', no flippin', no floppin' Mi strappin' fi clappin', mi lass dem fi choppin' Mi trick him, mi trap him, di riffle dem whop him Him run but dem drop him, him choking, him gappin' People ah run out 'bout, "What happen? What happen?" Dem run back inside when more shots start attackin' Di K long like wicket and when dat start battin' Dem ah bawl, "Jesus Christ, Holy Ghost could not block him" (awoh) Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend (mhm) And mi nuh bad alone pon di weekend Seh dem a shotta but dem gyal a beat dem Ah wha' do dem? Mmm, mi a real badman Mi ah tell di pussy dem again mi no pretend From inna di beginning 'til di world end Some bwoy only bad in front ah dem girlfriend
Writer(s): Adidja Azim Palmer, Linton Timajae White, Donald Medder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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